More Farm living in the 50s

We walked partway up the hill opposite our land to the path to Mr. Additon’s small wharf, where he allows us to tie up our boat. After loading our lunch, tackle box, and three reels into the boat, we climbed aboard.

Mom sat in the front, lit a Pall Mall Red, and Lloyd sat in the back, loaded his pipe, and off we went, with me occupying the middle seat and pushing the oars far enough to reach the water and row us out away from the shore.  Once we were far enough to give both of them a good distance to cast their line with the shiny spinner lure out close to the Cat Tails and reeds, but not in them. Almost the minute that Mom’s lure sailed right next to the reeds, a huge Black Bass leaped out of the water and grabbed her lure and disappeared in a splash, heading for the bottom and the reeds, hoping to spit out the hooks.

Bass has a tough mouth, so it was unlikely he could, but he gave her a good fight. At about the same time, Lloyd cast out close to her spot, and he was rewarded with another strike of a Bass. They both worked their catches for quite a while until the fish tired, then brought them into the boat and stored them in the bucket.

Mom said, “Bren, row up to the other end of the lake. Maybe the Pickeral are biting!” So, I rowed up to the farther end of the lake; it was a small lake compared to some in the area, but it wasn’t fished a lot. We almost always took home a good supply of fish; it was fun, and they are pretty tasty when fried over the open fire.

The fun thing about fishing is you get sunshine, fresh air, and exercise. This morning, getting my exercise on my rowing machine, I closed my eyes, and this is the adventure I dreamed, in living color, and I loved seeing Mom and Lloyd again. I suspect we will see each other again on another rowing adventure, soon.

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Hope your day is filled with fun and love. See you next time…

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Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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